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Black Angel [07 May 2006|07:36pm]
[ mood | creative ]
[ music | Dresden Dolls ]

I wrote a poem.

Black Angel

I see you sat there,
Beautiful as ever,
You are everything I am not,
But at the same time my twin,

You watch over me,
Checking up on me,
At every possible moment,
You see everything,

I cannot hide anything from you,
I cannot escape your watchful eye,
You see me in my worst times,
But also in my best,

Your hair flows like any other angels,
But only yours is Ebony Black,
Your clothing is also Black,
To other angels you are a pest,

The angelic reputation of others,
Is often ruined by you,
But it is my fault,
As Black is the colour of my heart,

You are a pigment of my imagination,
But at the same time, my reality,
You are me, and I am you,
Yet different by every part,

I sometimes decide that you should have hints of red,
And in your hair it does flow,
Only you cannot escape this,
And redder does your hair get,

Its makes you angry,
To see I control you in such a way,
But no matter how much you try,
Stopping me is something you haven’t mastered yet,

As you watch me keep making my mistakes,
You cannot shout out,
You are unable to move,
You stay in your angelic position,

Smiling a loving smile,
Singing your happy songs,
You cannot break free,
To tell me to stop is your mission,

As I cry you watch me,
Beaming hugs my way,
As I smile you watch me,
Beaming congratulations my way,

But when this deed does happen,
You are unable to beam anything,
Anxiously waiting for it to end,
Unable to have your say,

Then this deed is not enough,
My feelings start to worsen,
You are feeling more and more unable,
To move and shout out NO!

Soon punishment is on my mind,
I have to punish myself for everything,
I have soon forgotten all that is good,
And my Angel turns into a crow,

My beautiful Angel,
My one guardian,
Oh how I need you so much now,
But it is my own fault you are gone,

This crow is always pecking at me,
Telling me awful things,
Please Angel come back to me,
Please Angel sing me your song.

It's what I feel about in my head. How I am all mixed up and things, and how I wish someone could help me get everything normal again!!!

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